Remember how one of the great advantages of me moving to the Hill Country was that I wouldn’t have to deal with hurricanes anymore? Me too. Oh, hubris.
So a tree just fell on my house. Luckily it’s the thickness of half-dollar so it didn’t do much except to just scare the shit out of me when it ricochetted off the roof and banged into my office window like the eating-tree from Poltergeist. Which is fitting since I’m pretty sure both of our houses were built on an Indian Burial Ground.
Also, we don’t have a real news station since we’re so far out in the country so we rely on San Antonio’s weather advisories. Like this one. Telling me to not sleep for 30 hours.
I can only assume that San Antonio has confused hurricanes with concussions. Awesome.
Comment of the day: You need to read between the lines. They’re warning you that the looters are coming. ~ kyknoord